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chinese lanterns strung above downtown los angeles
glos softly makes the bums seem at the party
sooner or later sooner or later sooner or later it all belongs to them
but for this moment for this moment it belongs to us
wake up baby open your eyes look where we are today
coney island looks to me like a photograph
people posing recreating a jackson pollock
and the mexican fishermen the mexican fishermen are wall to wall but all i see is you
hold me closer hold me closer i am yours for good
and i remember what you told me "your night is wide open"
get in the van the moon is pounding i'm not in the mood for this ride jon's got a buzz on in the back that's when your words came shining through
now life is richer even when i tie my shoelace
colors brighter what did i do before you?
did i see through these eyes see through these eyes speak through these lips i beg to differ
'til we're daisies 'til we're daisies i am yours for good
and i remember what you told me
"your night is wide open"
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